Well, this is it.-The corpse-some one hath just given it burial, and gone away,-after sprinkling thirsty dust on the flesh, with such other rites as piety enjoins.
Here she is the doer of the deed: caught this girl burying him, but where is Creon
Thou didn't indeed dare to transgress that law.
Nevertheless Hades desires these rites
Unwept, unfriended, without marriage-song, I am led forth in my sorrow on this journey that can be delayed no more. No longer, hapless one, may I behold yon day-star's sacred eye; but for my fate no tear is shed, no friend makes moan.
Her own hand struck her to the heart when she learned her son's sorely lamented fate